Another small step. His arm moves faster, and I feel my mouth falling open. My breathing quickens, and moisture forms on my forehead. My palms grow sweaty, and I wipe them on my leggings.
The hand on the wall forms a fist. His hips jerk forward. I know I’m invading his privacy, and I should turn back and walk away. I wouldn’t want anyone to witness me in such a private and vulnerable moment. But a little part of my brain suggests that it wouldn’t mind if Mark saw me like this.
I wipe my palms again and lick my dry lips. My whole body is on fire and in need of another shower. Right now.
Mark lets out a loud groan, and I let out an embarrassing squeak. He freezes, drops his hands, and turns around. His nostrils flare, and water droplets run down his face, gathering on his lashes. His pec muscles jerk, and his stomach ripples.
My gaze drops lower, and I’m greeted by the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen many in porn. For research purposes, of course. It’s angry looking, probably due to my interruption. His veins are raised along its length. With an ungodly amount of restraint, I force my eyes back toward his face.
His eyes are hooded, his mouth slightly ajar. He slowly moves his hand toward his gigantic dick, watching my face and waiting for my reaction. Expecting me to bolt.
And I am. Ready to bolt.
Yet here I am, standing near the door, watching him grab his cock at the base, slowly moving his large palm toward its head, squeezing it harder, and moving his fist back down. He repeats the motion slowly again, keeping eye contact, and I give up trying to look away.
My feet move me forward on their own accord and stop only when I’m flush against the glass of the shower stall. I swallow hard and place my open palm on the glass door. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but I know for sure I want to be close to him. He takes a step toward me at the same time and leans his forehead on the other side of the glass while jerking his cock. I lean my head on the glass too, just below his. Even though I’m a tall woman, he’s still bigger, and today his physical dominance thrills me.
My eyes are focused solely on him working himself. My breathing fogs the glass, just as his does on the other side, and I wipe mine so I can see him clearly. I don’t know if it’s possible, buthe growsin size, and it wasn’t average to begin with. I lean closer, trying to squeeze myself through the surface, and he groans loudly. My mouth opens even more as I try to catch my breath. My chest is rising in uneven, shallow movements, and his hand quickens in pace.
“Alicia.” His voice comes out as a plea. I know he’s close, but I’m not sure what I should do. I don’t know if I can do anything and not freak out, completely ruining the mood.
I pull the door handle, and steam rushes into the room, instantly making me wet all over. The visible places, I mean. The hidden ones have been drenched since the moment I saw his naked back. His hand drops, and he wipes water droplets from his face. I stretch my shaking hand toward him, forcing my fear away. It’s Mark. I’m safe with him.
I am safe with him.
When my hand reaches his steel hard cock, he inhales sharply. His head drops low as he begins loudly breathing through his mouth. My fingers hesitate on the tip. I haven’t touched a man’s body in years. I don’t remember what I’m supposed to do. Yesterday, in the tent, it came to me naturally, so I let nature take its course.
I brush my thumb over the slit, and the cock jerks, nearly knocking my hand off. I run the tips of my fingers over the top of his length, half expecting to start freaking out and bolt away. But I don’t. Back and forth I move. And again. But fear never arrives.
I take a step inside the shower stall, instantly drenched under the downpour. His eyes are round, and he steps backward. I follow his retreat.
“Alicia.” His voice is barely human anymore, and I like it. I like this little piece of power I’m holding over this big, strong man.
I get braver as I wrap my hand around his cock. My fingers barely touch, and I gasp. Just from the sheer feeling of him inside my palm. I used to write monster romance and always wondered how it really feels to have something like that at your mercy, and here I am, with my own beast and with my own monster cock. I squeeze and move my hand, mimicking his actions a few moments ago. His hands drop down, his head hangs low. He takes a step toward me, backing me against the tiled wall. For a second, my hand stills. I’m back to being caged, but his soothing voice comes through the fog. “I’m here. With you.”
I blink the darkness away, and he watches my face carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort. For any sign I’ll bolt away. I know I can. Bolt away, I mean. He will let me. I will my mind to relax. My heartbeat slows down, and I continue moving my hand.
His hips buck forward, and his hands come to the wall beside my face, caging me. “It’s me. I’m here.” His voice is shaky. The muscles in his arms clench.
“I know,” I finally say, and he drops his forehead to mine.
The water runs over us. My clothes cling to my hot skin. The sweet place between my thighs tingles with anticipation. It aches, and the ache is getting unbearable. I want to hump his leg, but he’s so engrossed in what I’m doing, I want to give him this moment as payment for the moment of freedom he gave me.
I can feel his shaky, hot exhales on my wet skin, the raw power radiating from his coiled body. His sheer willpower is impressive, considering he hasn’t flipped me over, pressed me to the wall, and had his way with me yet.
Would that be so bad though?
“Harder,” he says, and I squeeze my fingers tighter as I stroke his length. “Harder, Alicia.” His voice is raspy, begging even, and I obey.
I turn my face so my mouth is next to his ear, and lick the shell of it. He lets out a shaky breath, and I bite his lobe. His dick jerks in my hand, swelling more. I increase the velocity of my actions, and his hips start bucking forward. His body presses into mine, his dick squeezed between us. I alternate between biting his earlobe and licking it as I try not to lose tempo. He drops his head even lower, burring his face into my neck.
“I’m gonna fucking come.” He growls against my skin, raising victorious little goose bumps all over my body.
I bring my other hand to the back of his neck, burying my nails into his skin. He lets out a loud growl and bucks his hips at me.
“Fuck.”His voice is muffled.
I feel stickiness covering my fingers as he keeps shooting his release into my palm. His arms wrap me in a hug, and he presses his face deeper to the crook of my neck, as if he’s trying to integrate with me. His growl is loud, and his orgasm is never-ending. I walk him through the whole thing, pumping his length in slower motions, not willing to lose a second of this moment.
